Six Songs from Insomnia

by shinkawasaki

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christoforo Just finished listening. Fantastic album! It has a lot of heart and soul. Will be on permanent rotation on all devices Favorite track: Not Gonna.
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Morning, wasting hours Crawling between the sheets And scrolling thru people’s random thoughts Life can be so boring All of us just conforming Let’s get that coffee going Before the day comes to naught It’s hard to stay awake, i just need a break From all the noise in my head The things that people did or said Is anybody sane? Am I alone in feeling pain? I don't have to tell nobody I’ve been hurting all my life I just have to let somebody Hold my shaking hands sometimes I don’t have to have nobody Tell me where I’m wrong or right I just have to find somebody That can help me sleep at night Afternoon brings the ennui Clouds hide the moon above me, a buoy I know that the world is trying to fool me As long as it twirls we don't care, do we? Say a prayer for the helpless Pay the fine for your carelessness We never wanna change our ways, do we? Sometimes the rage oddly soothes me Sometimes this cage awfully suits me I don't have to tell nobody I’ve been hurting all my life I just have to let somebody Hold my shaking hands sometimes I don’t have to have nobody Tell me where I’m wrong or right I just have to find somebody That can help me sleep at night I’ve been hurting all my life Hold my shaking hands sometimes Who’s to say if I’m wrong or right I just want to sleep at night
2.
What A Shame 03:51
Can't help but stare at your hand in my hand We both know it's a risky game at least one of us will get hurt in the end Who's to blame, who's to Blame Can’t keep messing with your head and my head Neither can I keep quiet instead Same old story, just not the one I read What a shame, what a shame Can't help but dream of your face, your grace Might as well be a moth to a flame Better let go or there'll be no hiding place Can’t be tamed, can’t be tamed Can’t keep on looking down on your phone all day shuffling the words you wish you could say Nothing you’d do would make them all go away What a shame, what a shame Can't stand ourselves having to play charades All the while wanting them to break One card flips and it shows the ace of spades I can't fake, I can't fake Nothing would ease this ever-growing pain A fruitless yearning remains the same In another universe, we shall meet again What a shame
3.
Not Gonna 02:58
I'm not gonna pick up that stupid phone I’d rather eat alone I’m making plans of my own as your status remains unknown I’m not gonna shuffle my things for you then have you postpone I need to be sure that I haven’t been put Back in that friendzone I’m not gonna let you say those things and use that tone I’m not gonna let you make my blood boil then tickle my funny bone I’m not gonna dance around like a clown while you roll your eyes and groan I’m not gonna wait around all night While you take your time and moan Not gonna bring you anything no more Not gonna give you anything no more Throw the food out, flush the wine down While you roam around downtown Not gonna, not gonna I’m not gonna let you test my patience And have my cover blown You and I need to be on a basis That's yet to be known I'm not gonna say what I wanna say Cause I could not say it alone And better be understood once it's said Then you'd better own I'm not gonna call ya I'm not gonna brawl ya I'm not gonna text ya Never gonna sext ya We're never ever ever Getting back to the same old picture Well, it's been a hell of a mixture Drinking booze for sure ain't gonna fix ya Trips must have done you good But you gotta go back to the people who miss ya Not gonna bring you anything no more Not gonna buy you anything no more Lying in bed tossing around Praying this wont be a letdown Not gonna, not gonna
4.
Is it in my head that life has left me hollow Is it in my bread that has crippled me to the core Why's it always me who gets just so much to swallow Why’s it always me to lose when I can lose no more It isn't the sunrise drives me mad every morning It isn't that dreams keep me up and awake every night Was is that I’ve seen but missed all the early warnings Was it that I’ve been so wrong but so sure I was right Birds will fly where I can’t go Words won't die at the mouth I foam Eyes don't cry but my hands may show Soul is dry but I can't call home I can hear the heartache yielding to the silence As it clears the start of the beating of their drums I wonder how you smile at the scene of a crime in compliance As we’ve been defiled by the seeds of what’s to come Birds will fly where I can’t go Words won't die at the mouth I foam Eyes don't cry but my hands may show Soul is dry but I can't call home Hands are tied they won’t let go The land of lies where I call home
5.
After all, the moment never came All my best shots sadly miss their aim What I had to say has been the same What I had to hear put me to shame Then noisy chatter came from Greece Their flirty laughter never ceased While all the ears tuned into the piece The band played on When the door I saw was painted red It must’ve have had the smell of smoke instead Every picture on these walls has tales They carry on in waves that we inhale The old man never dropped the one The bravery swirling all around And what was lost now could be found The band played on and on So we wait in line for one last game Every window welcomes the city’s flame As he checks his time and forgets names I can’t help wondering who’s in here to blame Then one subscriber raises her glass The tired preacher lowers his brass As if to bow to those who’ve passed The band played on and on
6.
Hako 02:55
僕の大事な箱は とてもいい匂いがする 春の日の呼吸を 全部閉じ込めたみたいな 僕の大事な箱は 紫色の包みの中 空を超え飛んできた 甘い優しさを運んで 振り返るのは楽で キレイなことばかりだけど ここに生きる僕には 胸を締め付けるようで 思い出を解いて 今日が暮れるのを待つのは もう疲れた 僕の大事な箱は とてもいい匂いがする 幸せな時にだけ そっと開いてみるだけ 同じ時を生きて 違う時計を見つめては  また眠れない 僕の大事な箱は とてもいい匂いがする 泣きそうな時にだけ そっと開いてみるだけ

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released February 2, 2020

Co-produced by Shinkawasaki and Glenn Suravech (Mosaic Sound Recordings)
Engineered and mixed by Glenn Suravech
Second Engineered by Ken Eisennagel, Sam Madill and Sara Omura
Mastered by Ryoji Hata
Recorded at Steakhouse Studio., North Hollywood, CA

Art from "Animal mechanism: a treatise on terrestrial and aerial locomotion" 1879 by Marey, Etienne-Jules

All proceeds go to ACLU, Downtown Women's Center and Little Tokyo Service Center

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shinkawasaki Los Angeles, California

Interpreter of sound, language and culture, primarily utilizing voice, guitar and analog synths. Supporting Downtown Women's Center, Little Tokyo Service Center and World Food Programme thru proceeds from Bandcamp.

音と言語と文化の通翻訳者。声とギターとアナログシンセ使い。Bandcamp上の収益の全ては、Downtown Women's Center (ダウンタウンロスアンジェルスに住むホームレスの女性たちをサポートする団体)、リトル東京サービスセンター、World Food Programme (国際連合世界食糧計画) へ寄付しています。
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